K.I.N.G Chords by Satyricon, Satyr Wongraven

[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [C#m] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [C#]
But the [E] tides [D#] _ [B] _ [C#] suck the [E] sun [D#] like a [B] [C#] cloth, like a [E] [D#] winged crocodile.
[B] _ [C#] Shame [E] [B] and _ [C#m] _ _ [C#] might, _
_ [C] _ [C#m] and its son of grace, _
_ [C] _ [C#m] and its beauty and [C#] light, _
_ [C] _ [C#m] and its fly and glory. _
_ [C] _ _ [C#] Rest in [E] your [C#] enthroned place, _ [C] _ _ [C#m] help the Lord scrape the soil,
[C#] _ [C] _ _ [C#] God will [E] take you [C#] never leave.
_ [C] _ _ [C#m] Sheep and cock gather roar, [C] _ _ [C#] climbing [D] [C#m] down,
[B] _
[D] _ [E] _ [A] for all the [B] earth _
[D] _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [Dm] _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Dm] _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [C#] [E] must advise.
[D] _ _
[C#] [E] Circus-run [D#m] dragon [Bm]-claws, [C#] [E] like a [D#] winged [B] crocodile.
[D] _ [C#] [E] Shame and [D#] _ [Bm] _ [C#] _
_ might, and its son of grace, [C] _ [C#] and its fly and _ glory.
_ [C] _ [C#m] Where their lives take, _ _ _ [C] _ [C#m] where their place has had,
_ _ [C] _ _ [C#m]
then come the days, _ [C] _ _ [C#m]
dying slice from [G#m] the [C#] place.
_ [C] _ _ [C#m]
Where still life, tale of reign, _ [C] _ _ [C#m]
dawn of calm, peace of cause,
_ [C] _ _ [C#m]
and bring down [B] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C#]
[D] all [C#] the earth.
[B] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C#] _
[A] _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ [C#] _
[D] _ [A] _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [E] _ [C#] _
[E] What the [B] tides, and the mist of [D] death, [C#] [E] circus [B]-run dragon [D]-claws, [C#] [E] like a [B] winged crocodile.
[C#m] _ [E] Shame, [D#] _ [B] _ [D] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _
[B] _ [G] _ [Am] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _
[B] _ [G] _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ [G] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Bm] _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [G#] _ _ [D#] _ _ [B] _
_ [G] _ [C#m] and its life's wake up now.
_ [C] _ [C#m] The aim of war, and your [C#] weak, _ [C] _ [C#m] summon all, make the skies,
_ [C] _ [C#] make [C#m] it once, and the Lord will, _ [C] _ _ [C#] [Dm] climbing [C#m] [B] down, _
[D] _ [E] _ [A] to rule the [B] earth, _
[D] _ [E] _ [C#] _ _ [Dm] _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _
[D] _ [E] _ [F#] _ [C#] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ [E] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ [C#m] must [E] [D#] advise.
The tides [B] of [C#m] death, [E] circus-run [D#] dragon [Bm]-claws, [C#] like [E] a [D#] winged crocodile.
[Bm] _ _ [C#] [E] Shame.
[D#] _ [B] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _